On a mountain top a figure stands,
Looking down at you,
Though the silver mist is all around,
Light comes shining though.
See him standing, arms up high
The earth begins to shake,
People running through the town
As the preacher starts to pray
Chorus
I can see it in your eyes, lost and lonely
Turning daydreams into lies, lost and loveely,
I can feel it deep inside.
He can feel the forest moving undermeath hist feet,
Panicking the peoples as they're running down the street
Do no look into his eyes if you're scared of what you'll find,
Solitude and loneliness haunt his twisted mind.
Looking down at you,
Though the silver mist is all around,
Light comes shining though.
See him standing, arms up high
The earth begins to shake,
People running through the town
As the preacher starts to pray
Chorus
I can see it in your eyes, lost and lonely
Turning daydreams into lies, lost and loveely,
I can feel it deep inside.
He can feel the forest moving undermeath hist feet,
Panicking the peoples as they're running down the street
Do no look into his eyes if you're scared of what you'll find,
Solitude and loneliness haunt his twisted mind.
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